I don’t care if it's poetic justice, you suck. |
Call me Abby. I read a lot. Write a lot. Like many people on Tumblr, I am part of many fandoms, and the content of my blog is constantly changing. Big ones are Supernatural, Pokemon, and various superhero things. My icon is and probably always will be Lavi from D. Gray-man, for a variety of reasons, some I don't even know myself. I like taking pictures. I reblog quite a bit, and may flood your dash at times and then be gone for days at others, so be wary before you click that follow button. I had a life changing trip to Austria which I feel at this point I'll never really recover from. I don't always follow back. Horses are a huge part of my life, even if it may not seem like it. I currently ride May, and she is my wonderful baby. If I could buy her I would, but her owner would never sell her in a million years. |
“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”
-Patrick Stewart
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